Bridge Of Sighs

Safe haven in the storm of life
I cling with fingers numbed and worn.
As all around the sirens chafe
And wind devours my peace of mind.

Above the raging noise of hurt
I hear my name called from the void.
The peace it offers comforts heart
that flutters in this man made cage.

There is no haven from the strife
My fingers scrabble, nails are rent
and tocsins wail as through the grief
I tumble, wind tossed, lost and blind.

Through silent rushing air I burst,
No call to save me or to guide
My soul away from being cursed.
Into the deeps, I am released.